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ORIGINAL    AND    SELECTED. 


BY  THADDEUS  MASON  HARRIS,  D.  D. 


SECOND    EDITION. 


BOSTON 


PRINTED    BY    SEWELL   PHELPS, 

No.  5,  Court  Street. 

1821. 


DISTRICT  OF  MASSACHUSETTS,  TO  WIT: 

District  Clerk's  Office. 

BE  IT  REMEMBERED  that  on  the  sixteenth  day  of  October, 
A.  D.  1820,  in  the  forty  fifth  year  of  the  Independence  of  the 
United  States  of  America,  Tliaddeus  Mason  Harris,  of  the  said  Dis- 
trict, has  deposited  in  this  office  the  title  of  a  book,  the  right 
whereof  he  claims  as  proprietor,  in  the  words  following,  to  wit: 

"  Hymns  for  .the  Lord's  Supper,  Original  and  Selected.  By 
Thaddeus  Mason  Harris,  D.  D." 

In  conformity  to  the  act  of  the  Congress  of  the  United  States, 
entitled,  *'  An  act  for  the  encouragement  of  learning,  by  securing 
the  copies  of  maps,  charts  and  books,  to  the  authors  and  propri- 
etors of  such  copies,  duriner  the  times  therein  mentioned :"  and 
also  to  an  act  entitled,  "  An  act  supplementary  to  an  act,  entitled, 
An  act  for  the  encouragement  of  learning,  by  securing  the  copies 
of  maps,  charts  and  books,  to  the  authors  and  proprietors  of  such 
copies  during  the  times  therein  mentioned;  and  extending  the 
benefits  thereof  to  the  arts  of  designing,  engraving  and  etching 
historical,  and  other  prints." 

JOHN  W.  DAVIS, 
Clerk  of  tlie  District  of  Massachusetts. 


PREFACE. 


For  the  use  of  the  Church  in  Dorchester, 
a  few  hymns  for  the  Lord's  Supper  were  print- 
ed in  1801.  The  need  of  more  copies,  and 
the  hope  that  it  might  be  acceptable  in  other 
Churches,  induced  me  to  make  a  selection, 
which  I  have  endeavoured  to  render  better 
adapted  to  the  ordinance  than  that  was.  It  is, 
also,  enriched  with  some  originals,  which  have 
been  obligingly  furnished  me  by  friends,  whose 
diffidence,  however,  prevents  my  annexing 
their  names  to  their  respective  hymns.  My 
grateful  acknowledgments  are  particularly  due 
to  Mrs.  Morton,  Rev.  Mr.  Pierpont,  of  Bos- 
ton, and  Rev.  Mr.  Gilman,  of  Charleston, 
South  Carolina ;  and  also,  for  four  beautiful 
hymns,  to  an  unknown  contributor,  under  the 


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fictitious  name  of  G.  Carseer.  Where  I  had 
the  liberty  of  naming  the  author,  and  in  in- 
stances where  I  have  taken  the  hymns  from 
printed  books,  I  have  given  credit  in  the  in- 
dex. With  several  of  the  selected  hymns  some 
liberty  has  been  taken  in  altering  the  expres- 
sion or  new  modeling  the  verse. 

Dorchester,  July  7,  1820, 


M  Vos  ideo,  quoties  positas  accedere  mensas 
Contigerit,  sacrasque  dapes,  libamina  jussa, 
Funeris  his  nostri  moestum  referetis  honorem, 
Et  nunquam  istius  abolescit  gloria  facti." 

VlDA. 


HYMNS 


FOR    THE 


LORD'S    SUPPER 


HYMN  I.    L.M. 

1  This  feast  was  Jesus'  high  behest, 
This  cup  of  thanks  his  last  request ; 
Ye  who  can  feel  his  worth,  attend, 
Eat,  drink,  in  memory  of  jour  friend. 

2  Around  the  patriot's  bust  ye  throng, 
Him  ye  exalt  in  swelling  song; 
For  him  the  wreath  of  glory  bind, 
"Who  freed  from  vassalage  his  kind. 

3  And  shall  not  He  your  praises  win, 
Who  breaks  the  slavish  bonds  of  sin  r- 
The  great  Deliverer,  whose  breath 
Unbinds  the  captives  even  of  death  ! 

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4  Shall  He,  who,  mortal  men  to  save? 
Became  the  tenant  of  the  grave, 
Unthanked,  uncelebrated,  rise, 
Pass  unremembered  to  the  skies  ? 

5  Christians,  unite  with  loud  acclaim, 
To  sing  the  Saviour's  welcome  name  ; 
On  earth  extol  his  wondrous  love, 
And  hope  to  praise  it  more  above. 


HYMN  II.     L.M. 

1/ 

Manifestation  of  Christ  to  the  Gentiles. 

Matt.  ii.  1 — 10. 

1  When,  on  the  midnight  of  the  East, 

At  the  dead  moment  of  repose, 
Like  hope  on  misery's  darkened  breast, 
The  planet  of  salvation  rose  ; 

2  The  shepherd,  leaning  o'er  his  flock, 

Started  with  broad  and  upward  gaze ; 
Kneel'd, — while  the  Star  of  Bethlehem  broke 
On  music  wakened  into  praise. 


3  The  Arabian  sage,  to  hail  our  King, 

With  Persia's  star-led  magi  comes ; 
And  all,  with  reverent  homage,  bring 
Their  gifts  of  gold  and  odorous  gums. 

4  If  heathen  sages  from  afar 

Followed,  when  darkness  round  them  spread, 
The  kindling  glories  of  that  star, 

And  worshipped  where  its  radiance  led ; 

5  Shall  we,  for  whom  that  star  was  hung 

In  the  dark  vault  of  frowning  heaven  ; — 
Shall  we,  for  whom  that  strain  was  sung, 
That  song  of  peace  and  sin  forgiven  ;— 

6  Shall  we,  for  whom  the  Saviour  bled, 

Careless  his  banquet's  blessings  see, — 
Nor  heed  the  parting  word  that  said 
"  Do  this  in  memory  of  me" — ? 


HYMN  III.    P.M.  „/6"lj^/6tl 

1  And  hast  thou,  Lord,  to  sinners  given 
Pardon,  and  peace,  and  hope,  and  heaven ! 
To  man's  offending  race  restored 
The  blessing  of  the  absolving  word  ! 


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While  to  thy  table  we  are  led, 
And  pour  the  wine,  and  break  the  bread, 
With  which  the  Son  of  God  was  fed — 
With  which  the  Son  of  God  was  fed  ! 

Ne'er  may  the  earth's  vain  wishes  raise 
Lips  hallowed  by  thy  prayer  and  praise ; 
No  more  the  thought  of  sin  surprize 
Hearts  of  the  accepted  sacrifice ; 
Hearts  claimed  by  thee,  whose  willing  woes 
Gave  the  contending  world  repose, 
Dark,  ere  the  Sun  of  Glory  rose — 
Dark,  ere  the  Sun  of  Glory  rose  ! 

Dark,  ere  the  rays  of  mercy  shone  ; 
Dark,  ere  the  Gospel's  light  was  known ; 
Dark,  ere  in  sin  and  misery's  hour 
The  Lord  of  life,  of  light,  and  power, 
The  heaven-descended  Saviour,  gave 
Immortal  victory  o'er  the  grave, 
And  died  a  sinning  world  to  save — 
And  died  a  sinning  world  to  save ! 


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HYMN  IV.    L.M. 

1  "  Break  ye  the  bread,  and  pour  the  wine, 

As  ye  have  seen  your  Master  do  : 
This  body  and  this  blood  of  mine 
Is  broken  thus  and  shed  for  you" 

2  Yes,  mighty  God !  while  life  remains 

We  will  remember  him  who  bled ; 
Whom  death,  in  his  cold,  palsying  chains, 
A  captive  and  a  victim  led. 

3  We  will  remember  him,  by  whom 

Those  strong  and  icy  chains  were  riven ; 
Who  scattered  round  his  opening  tomb 
Their  broken  links, — and  rose  to  heaven. 

4  And  while  with  gratitude  we  dwell 

On  all  his  tears  of  love  and  wo, 

Let  death's  chill  tide  before  us  swell ! 

Let  its  still  waters  darkly  flow  ! 

5  We'll  give  our  bodies  to  the  stream : 

'Twill  bear  us — (for  the  dead  shall  rise, 
Or  faith  is  vain,  and  hope  a  dream,) — 
To  happier  shores  and  brighter  skies. 


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HYMN  V.    CM. 

''•And  when  they  had  sung  an  hymn,  they  went  out 
into  the  Mount  of  Olives. 

Matt.  xxvi.  30. 


1  The  winds  are  hush'd  : — the  peaceful  moon 

Looks  down  on  Zion's  hill : 
The  city  sleeps :  'tis  night's  calm  noon ; 
And  all  the  streets  are  still. 

2  Save  when,  along  the  shaded  walks, 

We  hear  the  watchman's  call, 
Or  the  guard's  footstep,  as  he  stalks 
In  moonlight  on  the  wall. 

3  How  soft,  how  holy  is  this  light ! 

And  hark !  a  mournful  song, 
As  gentle  as  these  dews  of  night, 
Floats  on  the  air  along. 

4  Affection's  wish,  devotion's  prayer 

Are  in  that  holy  strain : 
'Tis  resignation, — not  despair ; 
3Tis  triumph, — though  'tis  pain. 


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'Tis  Jesus  and  his  faithful  few, 
That  pour  that  hymn  of  love : 

O  God  !  may  we  the  song  renew, 
Around  thy  board  above. 


HYMN  VI.    C.M.~ 

1  M  If  it  may  be,  0  let  this  cup 

Pass  by  me" — pray'd  the  Son. 

"  But,  if  Pm  doom'd  to  drink  it  up, 

Father  !— Thy  will  be  done." 

2  He  drank  it.    Bleeding  on  the  tree, 

He  faintly  cried,  "  I  thirst." 
Then  rose  his  heart,  O  God,  to  thee, 
In  fervent  prayer, — and  burst. 

3  That  broken  heart,  that  ebbing  tide, 

That  spirit  so  resign'd, 
These  emblems  of  the  Crucified 
Have  now  recall'd  to  mind. 

4  For  others  as  our  Saviour  bled, 

So  we,  at  duty's  call, 
For  others  in  his  steps  should  tread, 
And  sacrifice  our  all. 


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Shall  we  from  scenes  of  trial  shrink, 

Now  our  Example  lives? 
Or  shall  we  all  with  patience  drink 

The  cup  our  Father  gives  ? 


HYMN  VII.    P.  M. 

1  O'er  Kedron's  stream,  and  Salem's  height, 

And  Olivet's  brown  steep, 
Rolls  the  majestic  queen  of  night, 
And  showers  from  heaven  her  silver  light, 

And  sees  the  world  asleep. 

2  All  but  the  children  of  distress, 

Of  sorrow,  grief,  and  care ; 
Whom  sleep,  though  pray'd  for,  will  not  bless 
These  leave  the  couch  of  restlessness, 

To  breathe  the  cool,  calm  air. 

3  For  those  who  shun  the  glare  of  day, 

There's  a  composing  power 
That  meets  them  on  their  lonely  way, 
In  the  still  air, — the  sober  ray 

Of  this  religious  hour. 


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4  'Tis  a  religious  hour :  for  he, 

Who  many  a  grief  shall  bear, 
In  his  own  body  on  the  tree, 
Is  kneeling  in  Gethsemane, 

In  agony  and  prayer. 

5  0,  holy  Father !  when  the  light 

Of  earthly  joy  grows  dim, 
May  hope  in  Christ  grow  strong  and  bright, 
In  all  who  celebrate  this  rite, 

In  memory  of  him. 


HYMN  VIII.    P.M.      , 

1  There's  something  sweet  in  scenes  of  gloom 

To  hearts,  of  joy  bereft : 
When  hope  has  wither'd  in  its  bloom ; 
When  friends  are  going  to  the  tomb ; 

Or  in  the  tomb  are  left. 

£  'Tis  night ;  a  lovely  night : — and  lo  ! 

Like  men  in  vision  seen, 
The  Saviour  and  his  brethren  go, 
Silent,  and  sorrowful,  and  slow, 

Led  by  heaven's  lamp  serene, — 


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3  From  Salem's  height,  o'er  Kedron's  stream, 

To  Olivet's  dark  steep; 
There,  o'er  past  joys — so  like  a  dream, 
O'er  future  woes  that  present  seem, 

In  solitude  to  weep. 

4  Heaven  on  their  earthly  hopes  has  frown'd 

Their  dream  of  thrones  has  fled  : 
The  table  that  his  love  has  crown'd 
They  ne'er  again  shall  sit  around, 

With  Jesus  at  their  head. 

5  Blast  not,  O  God,  this  hope  of  ours, 

The  hope  of  sins  forgiven  : 
Then,  when  our  friends  the  grave  devour?. 
When  all  the  world  around  us  lowers, 

We'll  look  from  earth  to  heaven. 


HYMN  IX.    CM. 

"For  my  flesh  is  meaj^  indeed:'1'' — 

Had  Jesus  left  his  scatter'd  fold 

The  legacy  of  pride, 
Golconda's  gems,  and  Ophir's  gold, 

When  he,  their  Shepherd,  died  : 


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2  Few  could  have  hoarded  many  a  gem, 

Of  those  who  shared  them  first : 
And  0,  how  many,  even  of  them, 
Had,  in  that  gift,  been  curst! 

3  Had  such  a  legacy  been  cast 

Upon  the  stream  of  time ; 
Would  it  have  come  through  ages  pasty- 
Ages  of  night  and  crime ; 

4  And  had  it  reached  us  all,  should  we 

In  such  a  boon  be  blest  ? 
O  no: — a  part  might  misers  be, 
And  prodigals  the  rest. 

5  But  all  may  now  a  treasure  hoard 

That  ne'er  engenders  strife  : 
For  we  may  all,  around  this  board. 
Partake  the  bread  of  life. 


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HYMN  X.    C.  M. 


" — my  blood  is  drink  indeed.",  /_ 

7  •       v  / 

1  When  Asia's  mighty  conqueror  died, 

His  followers  shared  his  realm. 
Yet,  0  how  soon  did  rain's  tide 

Them  and  their  thrones  o'erwhelm ! 

2  Had  every  monarch  from  his  throne 

By  Jesus*  arm  been  hurl'd  ; 
Had  he,  the  conqueror,  held  alone 
The  sceptre  of  the  world; — 

3  Had  his  apostles  shared  the  globe ; 

Had  all  the  orient  gems 
That  deck  the  royal  Persian's  robe 
Blaz'd  on  their  diadems : — 

4  Thron'd  on  the  Egyptian's  pyramid, 

Old  Time  had  seen  their  power 
All  crumble,  as  the  Grecian's  did, 
And  wither  like  a  flower. 

5  This  Jesus  knew  :  and,  ere  the  thorns 

Around  his  head  were  prest, 
The  banquet  which  this  board  adorns 
He  spread  for  all,  and  blest. 


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6  Then  gave  he  gems  of  hope  to  shine 
Around  this  goblet's  brim  : 
Then  dropp'd  a  pearl  into  this  wine, — 
The  memory  of  him. 


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HYMN  XI.    L,  M.     < 

Our  Father  !  we  approach  thy  board 
As  children,  that  would  be  forgiven  ; 

Rememb'ring  him,  thy  Son,  who  pour'd 
His  blood,  to  seal  our  hope  of  heaven. 

0  God,  our  Saviour !  while  we  thus 
Remember  him  who  made  us  free, 

Who  agonized  and  died  for  us, 
Our  grateful  hearts  would  rise  to  thee. 


3  In  him,  whose  bursting  heart  the  cloud 

Of  sorrow  chilled,  and  wretchedness ; 
In  him,  whose  fainting  head  was  bowed 
In  his  unspeakable  distress ; 

4  O  listen  to  our  fervent  prayer ; 

That  he  who  hung  on  Calvary's  hill, 
And  gave  thee  back  his  spirit  there, 
May  live  in  our  affections  still. 


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HYMN  XII.    L.M. 

1  His  hour  had  come  ! — and  darkness  roll'd 

Across  the  ocean's  heaving  waves  : 
Earth  shook  ; — the  dead  came  forth,  and  told 
The  secrets  of  their  shuddering  graves. 

2  His  hour  had  come !  and  forth  there  strode 

Ten  thousand  cloud-borne  cherubim, 
Who  hung  beneath  their  bright  abode 
On  countless  wings  to  welcome  him. 

3  Archangels  rode  the  winds : — and  through 

Yon  vault,  that  swells  to  endless  day, 
And  rolls  in  everlasting  blue, 
Thej  bore  his  spotless  soul  away. 

4  The  wreathed  thorns  no  longer  press 

His  reverend  head :  but,  rob'd  in  light, 
And  thron'd  in  power,  he  sits  to  bless 
The  observers  of  this  saved  rite. 


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HYMN  XIII.    L.M. 

1  Art  thou  unhappy  ? — in  thy  grief 

Recall  the  sorrows  Jesus  bore : 
And  are  thy  joys  but  few  and  brief? 
Remember  him,  and  weep  no  more. 

2  The  blooms  of  friendship  death  will  blight: 

But,  when  the  gathering  clouds  combine, 
Let  faith  their  summits  gild  with  light, 
And  check  the  tear  that  dares  repine. 

3  When  flatteries  soothe,  and  hopes  allure, 

And  pleasures  woo  with  Siren  tone, 
Like  him  unmov'd  the  test  endure, 
And  bow  thy  heart  to  God  alone. 

4  When  foes  assail,  or  friends  betray, 

Of  hatred, — of  revenge  beware  : 
With  kindness  all  their  wrongs  repay : 
*  Father,  forgive  them :"  be  thy  prayer. 

5  Remember  Jesus :  how  he  bore 

Affliction's  weight,  temptation's  power  : 
Remember  Jesus'  life  :  and  more : — 
Remember  Jesus  dying  hour. 


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HYMN  XIV. 

God  glorified  in  the  death  of  his  Son. 

1  "  On  the  dreadful  moments  roll 

When  my  foes  attain  the  power ; 
Deep  distress  o'er  whelms  my  soul, 
Father,  save  me  from  this  hour ! 

2  "  Save  me,  for  the  cross  appears ; 

I  must  suffer,  I  must  die. 
God,  behold  my  flowing  tears, 
Hear  my  supplicating  cry  ! 

3  "  Save  me — But  I  plead  in  vain, 

For  thy  Son  is  doomed  to  deatii ; 
Mid  contempt,  reproach,  and  pain, 
I  resign  to  thee  my  breath. 

4  "  Thou  art  just,  and  I  obey ; 

Father,  glorify  thy  name." — 
Thus  to  God  did  Jesus  pray ; 
Then  a  voice  in  thunder  came  : 

5  "  God  has  glory  in  his  Son, 

When  his  precious  blood  is  shed  : 
Glory  in  the  conquest  won, 
When  he  rises  from  the  dead." 


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HYMN  XV.    L.  M. 

The  earthquake  at  the  death  of  Jesus, 

1  "  My  God,  the  mighty  work  is  done ; 
Receive  the  spirit  of  thy  Son !" 
Loud  from  the  cross  the  Saviour  cries, 
Then  humbly  bows  his  head  and  dies. 

2  The  temple  shudders  at  the  sound ; 
"With  horror  quakes  the  conscious  ground ; 
The  shock  awakes  the  sleeping  dead  ; 
The  sun  in  terror  hides  his  head. 

3  And  nature  sympathizing  feels, 
While  earth's  eternal  basis  reels, 

And  rocks  are  rent  and  mountains  nod, 
Around  the  expiring  Son  of  God. 


HYMN  XVI.    L.M. 

1  Thy  majesty,  O  God,  appears 

In  those  stupendous  orbs  of  light, 

Which,  rolling  in  harmonious  spheres, 

Adorn  the  day  or  crown  the  night. 


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2  But  in  thy  Son  our  eyes  behold 

A  work  that  all  these  works  excels, 
More  luminous  than  stars  of  gold, 
A  work  in  which  perfection  dwells 

3  For  round  his  head  with  vivid  rays 

The  gems  of  moral  glory  shine, 
His  countenance  sublime  displays 
Devotion's  lineaments  divine. 

4  E'en  on  the  cross,  though  all  his  nerves 

Are  pierced  with  keen  affliction's  sting, 
The  dignity  he  still  preserves 

Of  judge,  and  conqueror,  and  king. 


HYMN  XVII.    CM. 

Love  to  Christ. 

Thy  mercies,  O  eternal  Sire, 
In  Christ,  thy  Son,  impart, 

The  object  of  my  fond  desire, 
The  friend,  who  fills  my  heart ! 


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2  I  love  him,  for  to  do  thy  will 

Is  his  delightful  food, 
To  honour  thee,  thy  work  fulfill, 
And  bless  mankind  with  good. 

3  Whene'er  he  speaks,  my  raptured  ear 

To  his  instruction  turns  ; 
And  while  his  gracious  words  I  hear, 
My  heart  within  me  burns. 

4  But  when  my  dear  Redeemer  dies, 

And  his  last  pangs  I  see, 
My  soul  with  warm  affection  cries, 
My  Saviour  bleeds  for  me  ! 


HYMN  XVIII.    S.M. 

1  Yes,  to  that  last  command, 

We  will  obedient  prove, 
Around  his  table  we  will  stand, 
In  memory  of  his  love. 

2  His  precious  blood  he  shed 

For  our  unworthy  race  ; 
While  uttering  in  the  Almighty's  stead 
His  messages  of  grace. 


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3  Oh,  if  our  senseless  pride 

His  dying  words  neglect, 
'Tis  we  who  pierce  his  sacred  side, 
And  all  his  love  reject. 

4  Then  let  us  ever  keep 

This  consecrated  feast, 
Till  memory  shall  have  sunk  to  sleep, 
Or  life  itself  have  ceased  ! 


HYMN  XIX.    L.  M. 

1  We  sing  thy  mercy,  God  of  love, 
That  sent  the  Saviour  from  above, 
To  free  our  race  from  sin  and  wo, 
And  spread  thy  peace  and  truth  below. 

2  We  thank  thee  for  the  words  he  brought; 
We  thank  thee  that  he  lived  and  taught 
Frail  and  imperfect  man  to  be, 

In  humble  mode,  resembling  thee. 

3  We  thank  thee  for  thy  gracious  care, 
That  kept  those  sacred  pages  fair 
Through  every  age,  whose  lines  record 
The  deeds  and  precepts  of  our  Lord. 


We  thank  thee  for  this  solemn  rite, 
By  us  repeated  in  thy  sight ; 
O  feed  our  souls  with  bread  divine, 
And  cheer  us  with  the  heavenly  wine  ! 


HYMN  XX.    C.  M. 

1  0  God,  accept  the  sacred  hour, 

Which  we  to  thee  have  given  ; 
And  let  this  hallowed  scene  have  power 
To  raise  our  souls  to  heaven. 

2  Still  let  us  hold,  till  life  departs, 

The  precepts  of  thy  Son  ; 
Nor  let  our  thoughtless,  thankless  hearts 
Forget  what  he  has  done. 

3  His  true  disciples  may  we  live, 

From  all  corruption  free  ; 
And  humbly  learn,  like  him,  to  give 
Our  powers,  our  wills  to  thee. 

4  And  oft  along  life's  dangerous  way, 

To  smooth  our  passage  through, 
Wilt  thou  on  this  thy  holy  day 
For  us  this  scene  renew. 
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HYMN  XXI.    L.M. 

The  dying  love  of  Christ. 

1  Amazing  love  !  that  stooped  so  low. 

To  view  with  pity's  melting  eye 
Sinners,  whose  jusfc  desert  was  wo. 
Amazing  love  !  did  Jesus  die? 

2  He  died ! — to  raise  to  life  and  joy 

The  vile,  the  guilty,  the  undone. 
O,  let  his  praise  our  lips  employ, 
Till  hours  no  more  their  circles  run. 

3  He  died  ! — Ye  seraphs,  let  your  voice 

His  last,  his  dying  groan  prolong. 
He  rose  ! — Let  earth,  let  heaven,  rejoice, 
And  praise  him  in  eternal  song. 


HYMN  XXII.    P.  M. 

Great  God  !  the  covenant  now  is  sealed 
The  arduous  work  of  love  is  done. 

Thy  mercy  fully  stands  revealed, 
For  thou  hast  given  to  us  thy  Son. 


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What  gift  can  ever  be  denied 

To  those  for  whom  the  Saviour  died  ? 

2  Assist  us,  Lord,  to  keep  his  cross 

Forever  present  to  our  heart ; 
Like  him  to  count  all  things  but  loss 

That  from  thy  service  would  us  part ; 
In  virtue's  course  to  persevere, 
And  only  love  what  he  held  dear. 

3  Like  Jesus,  may  we  bear  resigned 

The  ills  of  life,  the  wrongs  of  foes > 
And,  hoping  we  may  mercy  find, 

Forgive  the  authors  of  our  woes. 

And  tread  on  thorns  our  goal  to  gain, 
And  never  murmur  or  complain. 

4  Like  Jesus,  may  we  even  in  death 

Enraptured  say,  "  Our  Father,  Friend ;" 
Confide  in  thee,  and  yield  our  breath, 

Filled  with  assurance  to  ascend 
To  mansions  of  celestial  joy, 
And  pleasures  that  shall  never  cloy. 


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HYMN  XXIII.    CM. 

1  How  glorious  is  this  holy  place 

Where  bread  of  life  is  given  ! 
This  surely  is  the  house  of  God ; 
This  is  the  gate  of  heaven  ! 

2  Jesus,  the  master  of  the  feast, 

Vouchsafes  his  presence  here ; 
The  cup  of  blessing  passes  round, 
The  pious  guests  to  cheer. 

3  Vain  thoughts  and  vile  desires  no  more 

Shall  these  pure  joys  molest; 
Nor  clouds  of  doubt  and  fear  come  o'er 
The  sunshine  of  the  breast. 

4  Here  may  our  grateful  hearts  be  filled 

With  hope  and  joy  and  love ; 
And  here  may  we  begin  the  songs 
That  we  shall  sing  above. 


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HYMN  XXIV.    L.  M. 

Jesus  teaching. 

1  How  sweetly  flowed  the  gospel's  sound 
From  lips  of  gentleness  and  grace, 
When  listening  thousands  gathered  round, 
And  joy  and  reverence  fill'd  the  place ! 

2  From  heaven  he  came — of  heaven  he  spoke, 

To  heaven  he  led  his  followers'  way ; 
Dark  clouds  of  gloomy  night  he  broke, 
Unveiling  an  immortal  day. 

3  "  Come,  wanderers,  to  my  Father's  home, 

Come  all  ye  weary  ones  and  rest !" 
Yes,  sacred  Teacher,  we  will  come, 
Obey  thee,  love  thee,  and  be  blest 

4  Decay  then,  tenements  of  dust ! 

Pillars  of  earthly  pride,  decay  !— 
A  nobler  mansion  waits  the  just, 
And  Jesus  has  prepared  the  way. 


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HYMN  XXV.    C.  M. 

1  Father,  we  wait  to  feel  thy  grace, 

To  see  thy  glories  shine ; 
The  Lord  will  his  own  table  bless, 
And  make  the  feast  divine. 

2  We  take,  we  taste  the  heavenly  bread, 

We  drink  the  sacred  cup ; 
With  outward  forms  our  sense  is  fed, 
Our  souls  rejoice  in  hope. 

3  We  shall  be  strong  to  run  the  race 

And  climb  the  upper  skies  ; 
Thou  wilt  provide  our  souls  with  grace, 
For  thou  hast  large  supplies. 

4  Then  we'll  indulge  a  cheerful  frame, 

For  joy  becomes  a  feast ; 
And  show  we  love  our  Saviour's  name 
More  than  the  food  we  taste. 


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HYMN  XXVI.    CM. 

1  Behold,  0  Lord,  thy  servants  all, 

With  gratitude  sincere, 
Accept  thy  kind  and  gracious  call, 
And  at  thy  feast  appear. 

2  O  may  each  honoured,  happy  guest 

A  worthy  member  prove ; 
And,  in  the  wedding  garment  drest, 
Share  thy  redeeming  love  ! 

3  And  nourished  here  with  sacred  food, 

Refreshed  and  strengthened  too, 
With  vigour,  and  with  zeal  renewed, 
The  heavenly  course  pursue. 

4  And  hear,  0  Father,  this  our  prayer ; 

To  us  may  it  be  given, 
With  our  exalted  Lord,  to  share 
The  banquet  spread  in  heaven. 


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HYMN  XXVII.    S.M. 

1  How  pleasant  the  repast 

These  elements  afford ! 
And  in  partaking  them  we  hold 
Communion  with  our  Lord. 

2  0  may  the  bread  and  wine 

Maintain  our  fainting  breath, 
By  union  with  our  living  Lord, 
And  interest  in  his  death  ! 

3  Our  heavenly  Father  calls 

Christ  and  his  members  one  ; 
We  are  the  children  of  his  love, 
And  he  the  first  born  Son. 

4  We  are  but  several  parts 

Of  the  same  broken  bread  : 
One  body  hath  its  several  limbs, 
But  Jesus  is  the  head. 

5  Let  all  our  powers  be  joined, 

His  glorious  name  to  raise  ; 
pleasure  and  love  fill  every  mind 
And  tune  each  voice  to  praise. 


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HYMN  XXVIII.    S.M. 

1  Jesus,  the  friend  of  man, 

Invites  us  round  his  board ; 

The  welcome  summons  we  obey, 

And  own  our  gracious  Lord. 

2  Here  we  survey  that  love, 

Which  spoke  in  every  breath, 
Which  crowned  each  action  of  his  life, 
And  triumphed  in  his  death. 

3  Here  with  our  highest  powers, 

0  let  his  name  be  sung ; 
Let  gratitude  fill  every  heart, 
And  flow  from  every  tongue. 

4  Let  praise  be  our  employ 

While  life  and  breath  remain ; 
And,  when  we  soar  to  worlds  of  joy, 
We'll  raise  a  nobler  strain. 


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HYMN  XXIX.    CM. 

The  lots,  of  God  in  the  Gospel. 

i  Lord,  we  adore  thy  boundless  grace, 
The  heights  and  depths  unknown 
Of  pardon,  life,  and  joy,  and  peace, 
In  thy  beloved  Son. 

2  Come,  all  ye  pining,  hungry  poor, 

The  Saviour's  bounty  taste ; 
Behold  a  never-failing  store 
For  every  willing  guest. 

3  Here  shall  your  numerous  wants  receive 

A  free,  a  full  supply  ; 
He  has  unmeasured  bliss  to  give, 
And  joys  that  never  die. 

4  Lord,  bring  unwilling  souls  to  thee 

By  thy  resistless  power ; 
Thy  boundless  grace  let  rebels  see, 
And  at  thy  feet  adore ! 


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HYMN  XXX.    S.M. 

"The  kingdom  of  God  is  within  you.y 

1  Lord,  let  thy  kingdom  come  I 

Let  thy  good  spirit  find 
A  calm  abode,  a  peaceful  home, 
A  temple,  in  our  mind. 

2  In  us  reveal  thy  laws, 

And  teach  us  all  thy  will, 
That  we,  devoted  to  thy  cause, 
Thy  pleasure  may  fulfil. 

3  Rule  constantly  within  : 

Thy  gracious  power  make  known 
Destroy  the  last  remains  of  sin, 
And  claim  us  for  thine  own. 

4  Let  peace,  and  joy,  and  love, 

Be  fully,  freely,  given ; 
And  may  our  every  grace  improve, 
Till  we  are  fit  for  heaven. 


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HYMN  XXXI.    C.  M. 

The  invitation  accepted. 

1  Lord,  we  thy  invitation  hear, 

And  come  with  willing  feet : 
Pleased  at  thy  table  to  appear, 
Our  Saviour  there  to  meet. 

2  We  share  the  pledges  of  thy  love, 

And  taste  the  rich  repast ; 
How  kind  the  endearing  tokens  prove  ! 
Long  may  their  pleasures  last 

3  Salvation's  flowing  cup  we  take, 

And  thankful  tribute  pay  : 
O  may  the  cheering  draught  we  make 
Health  to  our  souls  convey ! 

4  The  nourishment  thy  feasts  afford 

Shall  the  full  stature  give 
Of  perfect  men  in  Christ  our  Lord, 
That  we  with  him  may  live. 


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HYMN  XXXII.    L.  M. 

u  Which  things  the  angels  desire  to  look  into." 

1  Pet.  i.  12. 

1  0  God,  to  whom  the  angels  raise 
Their  gladdened  notes  of  lofty  praise, 
As  through  their  ranks  devotion  flies, 
And  forms  their  heaven  above  the  skies : 

2  We  mortals  would  like  them  rejoice 
With  cheerful  and  united  voice  ; 
And  strive,  with  rapture,  to  prolong 
The  pious  and  the  grateful  song. 

3  For  on  our  frail  and  sinful  race 

Hast  thou  bestowed  distinguished  grace,— 
Grace,  whose  extensive,  wondrous  plan 
Angels  in  vain  attempt  to  scan. 

4  Here,  in  the  banquet's  bread  and  wine, 
We  share  the  pledge  of  love  divine, 
And  think  of  him  who  died  that  we, 
Redeemed  from  death,  might  live  with  thee. 


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HYMN  XXXIII.    L.M. 

u  The  Spirit  and  the  Bride  say,  Come.'1'' 

Rev.  xxii.  17 

1  O  hearken  to  the  Spirit's  call ; 

The  Bride  repeats  it,  and  says,  Come  ! 
It  kindly  now  invites  you  all, 

And  welcomes  every  wanderer  home. 

2  Shall  love  unlock  its  richest  store, 

And  with  such  gifts  a  table  crown, 
And  will  you  linger  at  the  door, 

When  ask'd,  when  bidden  to  sit  down  r 

3  The  liberal  Master  of  the  feast 

Himself  the  gracious  call  repeats ; 
He  loves  to  see  the  flock  increas'd, 
And  each  new  comer  kindly  greets. 

4  The  Church,  the  bride,  with  open  arms, 

Woos  and  beseeches  in  her  turn ; 
With  hope  allures,  with  fear  alarms, 
And  bids  you  your  best  good  discern. 


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5  0  heed  the  warning  and  the  call, 
And  follow  the  inviting  voice  ; 
Saints  gladly  will  receive  you  all, 
And  angels  o'er  you  will  rejoice. 


HYMN  XXXIV.    CM. 

The  Gospel  Feast. 

1  The  King  of  heaven  his  table  spreads, 

And  dainties  crown  the  board. 
Not  all  the  boasted  joys  of  earth 
Could  such  delight  afford. 

2  Pardon  and  peace  to  dying  men 

Are  here  most  freely  given ; 
And  strengthening  aid  for  all  who  seek 
To  raise  the  soul  to  heaven. 

3  Thousands  of  souls,  in  glory  now, 

Were  fed  and  feasted  here  ; 
And  thousands  more,  still  on  the  way, 
Around  the  board  appear. 


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4  Yet  is  his  house  and  heart  so  large, 

That  thousands  more  may  come  ; 
Nor  could  the  wide  assembling  world 
O'erfill  the  spacious  room. 

5  All  things  are  ready  :  enter  in, 

Nor  weak  excuses  frame. 
Come,  take  your  places  at  the  feast, 
And  bless  the  Founder's  name. 


HYMN  XXXV.    L.M. 

Remembrance  of  Christ. 

1  "  This  do  in  memory  of  your  friend  :" 
Such  was  the  Saviour's  last  request, 
Who  all  the  pangs  of  death  endured 
That  we  might  live  forever  blest. 

£  Yes,  we'll  record  thy  matchless  love, 

Thou  dearest,  tendcrest,  best  of  friends  ! 
Thy  dying  love  the  noblest  praise 
Of  long  eternity  transcends. 


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3  'Tis  pleasure  more  than  earth  can  give, 

Thy  goodness  through  these  veils  to  see  ; 
Thy  table  food  celestial  yields, 
And  happy  they  who  sit  with  thee. 

4  But  oh,  what  vast  transporting  joys 

Shall  fill  our  breasts,  our  tongues  inspire, 
When,  joined  with  the  celestial  train, 
Our  grateful  souls  thy  love  admire  ! 

5  When  these  vile  bodies,  all  refined, 

Perfect,  and  glorious  as  thy  own, 
Unwearied,  shall  our  minds  obey, 
And  join  in  worship  near  thy  throne  ! 


HYMN  XXXVI.    S.M. 

1  This  supper  to  partake 

Was  Jesus'  last  request, 
And  here  may  each  attendant  be 
A  welcome,  thankful  guest. 

2  Here  we  show  forth  his  love, 

Which  spoke  in  every  breath, 
Prompted  each  action  of  his  life, 
And  triumphed  in  his  death. 
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3  Here  let  our  powers  unite 

His  honoured  name  to  raise  ; 
Let  grateful  joy  fill  every  mind, 
And  tune  each  voice  to  praise. 

4  For  while  the  banquet  here 

Each  guest  with  freedom  shares, 
He,  for  us,  in  the  heavenly  world, 
A  nobler  feast  prepares. 


HYMN  XXXVII.    L.M. 

ChrisPs  second  corning. 
Matt.  xxvi.  26—30.     Rev.  xxii.  20. 

1  Thus  we  commemorate  the  day 

On  which  our  dearest  Lord  was  slain  ; 
Thus  we  our  pious  homage  pay, 
Till  he  appears  on  earth  again. 

2  Come,  great  Redeemer,  open  wide 

The  curtains  of  the  parting  sky; 
On  a  bright  cloud  in  triumph  ride, 
And  on  the  wind's  swift  pinions  fly  ! 


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3  Come,  King  of  kings,  with  thy  bright  train, 

Cherubs  and  seraphs,  heavenly  hosts  ; 
Assume  thy  right,  enlarge  thy  reign 
As  far  as  earth  extends  its  coasts  ! 

4  Come,  Lord, — where  Judah's  altar  blazed, 

Let  Judah's  sons  their  God  adore  : 
Come,  Lord, — and  where  thy  cross  was  raised, 
Let  the  pale  crescent  gleam  no  more. 

5  Come,  Lord,  and  plant  thy  standard  there, 

There  fix  thine  everlasting  throne ; 
Give  thy  broad  banners  to  the  air, 
And  make  the  nations  all  thy  own. 


HYMN  XXXVIII.    L.  M. 

1  «  'Tis  finished I" — So  the  Saviour  cried, 
And  meekly  bowed  his  head  and  died. 
'Tis  finished — yes,  the  race  is  run, 
The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won. 

2  'Tis  finished! — All. that  heaven  decreed, 
And  all  the  ancient  prophets  said, 

Is  now  fulfilled,  as  was  designed, 
In  thee,  the  Saviour  of  mankind. 


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5  'Tis  finished  ! — Aaron  now  no  more 
Must  stain  his  robes  with  purple  gore. 
The  sacred  vail  is  rent  in  twain, 
And  Jewish  rites  no  more  remain. 

4  'Tis  finished  ! — Man  is  reconciled 

To  God,  and  powers  of  darkness  spoiled. 
Peace,  love  and  happiness  again 
Return  and  dwell  with  sinful  men. 

5  'Tis  finished! — Let  the  joyful  sound 
Be  heard  through  all  the  nations  round. 
'Tis  finished .' — Let  the  echo  fly 

Through  heaven  and  hell,  through  earth  and 
sky! 


HYMN  XXXIX.    L.M. 

Praise  for  the  blessings  given  through  Jesus. 

1  To  God,  of  every  good  the  spring, 
The  tribute  of  your  praises  bring, 
For  grace  and  truth  through  Jesus  given, 
Mercy,  and  peace,  and  hope  of  heaven. 


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2  Grateful  the  joyous  news  proclaim, 
Salvation  is  in  Jesus'  name  ; 
Salvation ! — shout  the  glorious  sound, 
Proclaim  it  to  the  world  around. 

S  Tell  every  fearful,  trembling  soul, 

That  gospel  grace  will  make  him  whole  ; 
Invite  the  weary  poor  to  come ; 
At  Jesus'  feast  there  still  is  room. 

4  Jesus ! — that  name  shall  calm  their  fears, 
Dispel  their  doubts,  and  dry  their  tears, 
Shall  ease  the  anxious,  throbbing  breast, 
And  give  the  weary  mourner  rest. 


5  Jesus — our  Prophet,  Saviour,  King, — 
For  Jesus,  grateful  praise  we  bring 
To  thee,  from  whom  his  blessings  flowed, 
To  thee,  our  Father  and  our  God. 


HYMN  XL.    L.  M. 

'Twas  on  that  dark  and  doleful  night, 
When  powers  of  earth  and  hell  arose 

Against  the  Son  of  God's  delight, 

And  friends  betrayed  him  to  his  foes : 


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2  Before  the  mournful  scene  began, 

He  took  the  bread,  and  bless'd,  and  brake  : 
What  love  through  all  his  actions  ran  ! 
"What  wondrous  words  of  grace  he  spake  ! 

3  ■  This  is  my  body,  broke  for  sin  ; 

Receive  and  eat  the  living  food  ;" — 

Then  took  the  cup  and  bless'd  the  wine, 

"  'Tis  the  new  covenant  in  my  blood. 

4  "  In  memory  of  your  dying  Lord, 

Do  this  (said  he)  till  time  shall  end  ; 
Meet  at  my  table  and  record 

The  love  of  your  departed  friend." 

5  Jesus,  thy  feast  we  celebrate, 

We  show  thy  death,  we  sing  thy  name, 
Till  thou  return  and  we  shall  eat 
The  marriage  supper  of  the  Lamb. 


HYMN  XLI.    CM. 

With  warm  affection  let  us  view, 
With  pious  grief  improve, 

The  solemn  and  impressive  scene 
Of  Jesus'  dying  love. 


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2  Not  all  the  malice  of  his  foes 

His  pity  could  subdue  ; 
"  Forgive  them,  Father,"  he  exclaimed, 
"  They  know  not  what  they  do." 

3  O  what  a  love  was  here  displayed, 

Beyond  our  utmost  thought ! 
How  pure  the  lessons,  how  sublime, 
In  life  and  death  he  taught ! 

4  Let  not  his  sacred  truths  by  us 

Be  lost  or  misapplied ; 
Nor  let  our  thoughtless  hearts  forget 
That  'twas  for  us  he  died. 


HYMN  XLJI.    CM, 

1  Come,  and  before  we  bid  adieu, 

And  the  Communion  end, — 
Come,  in  a  hymn  the  praise  renew 
Of  our  exalted  Friend. 

2  Though  in  the  blissful  realms  above 

His  brighter  glories  shine  ; 
Though  there  the  soul,  with  purer  love, 
Shall  hail  the  light  divine ; 


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3  Yet  there  are  mild  enlivening  rays 

Diffused  around  us  here  ; — 

And  the  kind  tokens  he  conveys, 

Make  his  remembrance  dear. 

4  0  let  us,  then,  his  praise  repeat 

In  our  most  grateful  strains, 
Till  with  his  people  we  shall  meet 
In  glory,  where  he  reigns. 


HYMN  XLIII.    C.  M. 

Brotherly  kindness,  from  the  precepts  and  example  of 
Christ. 

1  Ye  followers  of  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

Who  round  his  table  draw, 
Remember  what  his  spirit  was, 
What  his  peculiar  law. 

2  The  love  which  all  his  bosom  filled, 

Did  all  his  actions  guide ; 
Inspired  by  love  he  lived  and  taught, 
Inspired  by  love  he  died. 


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3  And  do  you  love  him  ?  do  you  feel 

Your  warm  affections  move  ? 
This  is  the  proof  that  he  demands, 
That  you  each  other  love. 

4  Let  each  the  sacred  law  fulfil ; 

Like  his  be  every  mind  ; 
Be  every  temper  formed  by  love, 
And  every  action  kind. 

5  Let  us,  who  call  ourselves  his  friends, 

Deserve  the  honoured  name ; 
And  by  a  near  resemblance  prove 
The  title  which  we  claim. 


HYMN  XLIV.    S.M. 

1  Now  let  each  happy  guest 

The  sacred  concert  raise, 
To  close  the  honours  of  the  feast, 
And  sing  the  Master's  praise. 

2  The  gospel's  mighty  plan, 

How  glorious  in  our  view  ! 
The  salutary  source  to  man 
Of  peace  and  pardon  too  ! 
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3  His  precepts  how  divine ! 

How  suited  to  our  state ! 
How  bright  his  acts  of  mercy  shine 
His  promises  how  great ! 

4  Kind  author  of  the  grace 

So  largely,  freely  given, 
Upon  our  souls  thine  image  trace, 
And  form  them  fit  for  heaven ! 


HYMN  XLV.    L.  M. 

u  Show  forth  the  Lord^s  death  till  he  come.'' 

■1  Cor.  xi.  ! 

1  Lord,  at  thy  table  we  attend, 

Feed  on  the  bread  and  drink  the  wine, 
Memorials  of  our  absent  friend, 
The  signs  and  seals  of  love  divine. 

2  As  bread  recruits  when  strength  decays, 

And  wine  revives  our  sinking  hearts, 
Jesus  immortal  food  conveys, 
Jesus  immortal  joys  imparts. 


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3  Thus  we  the  death  of  Jesus  show, 

From  whose  bequest  our  comforts  rise, 
Till  we  his  richer  grace  shall  know, 
Prepared  and  promised  in  the  skies. 

4  Then  shall  we,  rising  from  the  dust, 

To  those  blest  realms  exulting;  soar, 
And  join  the  millions  of  the  just, 
And  feel  nor  want  nor  sorrow-  more. 


HYMN  XLVI.    L.  M. 

1  0  Father,  may  thy  grace  descend 

To  crown  the  blessings  of  this  board, 
These  emblems  of  our  dying  friend, 
Our  buried,  risen,  reigning  Lord. 

2  Be  thou  our  guide,  and,  while  we  tread 

Life's  thorny  path,  we  ne'er  shall  stray ; 
Nor  shall  the  prison  of  the  dead 

Keep  back  our  souls  from  endless  day. 

3  We  long  that  better  world  to  see, 

Its  glories  and  its  joys  to  share  ; 

To  live  with  Christ  and  near  to  thee, 

And  feast  the  soul  forever  there. 


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HYMN  XLVII.    L.M. 

The  Tabler  bless cff. 

1  To  these  provisions  of  our  board, 

Which,  Lord,  thy  liberal  grace  bestows, 
Thy  benediction  now  afford, 

Whence  all  their  power  to  nourish  flows. 

2  To  fill  our  wants  and  cheer  our  hearts 

The  earthly  feast  its  food  supplies ; 
But  thy  refreshing  grace  imparts 
Means  of  a  life  that  never  dies. 

3  Nurtured  by  this,  our  souls  improve, 

Until  an  invitation's  given 
To  join  the  happier  church  above, 

And  share  the  banquet  spread  in  heaven. 


ALPHABETICAL 


INDEX  OF  THE  HYMNS. 


First  Lines.  Authors.    Hymn. 

Amazing  love  !  that  stooped  so  low, 

Harrington  School  Hymns.  21 

And  hast  thou,  Lord,  to  sinners  given              M.  3 

Art  thou  unhappy  ? — in  thy  grief           A.  M.  F.  13 

Behold,  O  Lord,  thy  servants  all,                       *.  26 

Break  ye  the  bread,  and  pour  the  wine,           n.  4 

Come,  and  before  we  bid  adieu,                         ®.  42 

Father,  we  wait  to  feel  thy  grace,            Watts.  25 

Great  God!  the  covenant  now  is  sealed  ;        *.  22 

Had  Jesus  left  his  scatter'd  fold                         n.  9 

His  hour  had  come  ! — and  darkness  roll'd  J.  N.  12 
How  glorious  is  this  holy  place 

Prince,  New  England  Collection.  23 

How  pleasant  the  repast              Watts,  varied.  27 
How  sweetly  flowed  the  gospel's  sound 

Liverpool  Collection.  24 

If  it  may  be,  O  let  this  cup                                n.  6 
Jesus,  the  friend  of  man, 

Doddridge,  with  additions.  28 

Lord,  at  thy  table  we  attend,   Gibbons,  varied.  45 

Lord,  let  thy  kingdom  come  !                   Mudge.  30 
Lord,  we  adore  thy  boundless  grace, 

Harrington  School  Hymns.  29 

Lord,  we  thy  invitation  hear,                             *.  31 

My  God,  the  mighty  work  is  done  ;   Car  seer.  15 
6 


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First  Lines.  Authors.    Hymn. 

Now  let  each  happy  guest  *.     44 

O'er  Kedron's  stream,  and  Salem's  height,       n.       7 
O  Father,  may  thy  grace  descend  *.     46 

O  God,  accept  the  sacred  hour,  r.     20 

O  God,  to  whom  the  angels  raise  0.     32 

O  hearken  to  the  Spirit's  call,  Topliff.     33 

On  the  dreadful  moments  roll  Carseer.     14 

Our  Father!  we  approach  thy  board  n.     11 

The  King  of  heaven  his  table  spreads, 

Doddridge.  34 
The  winds  are  hush'd  : — the  peaceful  moon  n.  5 
There's  something  sweet  in  scenes  of  gloom  n.  8 
This  do  in  memory  of  your  friend  : 

Dublin  Collection.  35 
This  feast  was  Jesus'  high  behest,  Enfield.  1 
This  supper  to  partake  *.     36 

Thus  we  commemorate  the  day 

Stenjvett,  with  additions.     37 
Thy  majesty,  O  God,  appears  Carseer.     16 

Thy  mercies,  O  eternal  Sire,  Carseer.     17 

'Tis  finished  !  So  the  Saviour  cried,  Stenjvett.     38 
To  God,  of  every  good  the  spring, 

Harrington  School  Hymns. 
To  these  provisions  of  our  board,  0. 

'Twas  on  that  dark  and  doleful  night,    Watts. 
We  sing  thy  mercy,  God  of  love,  r. 

When  Asia's  mighty  conqueror  died,  n. 

When,  on  the  midnight  of  the  East,  M. 

With  warm  affection  let  us  view,  *. 

Ye  followers  of  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

Doddridge. 
Yes,  to  that  last  command  r. 


